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"Zucculent"Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: R Warnings: Lust, fluff Summary: Duo has a little trouble separating the letters 'z' and 's'. Pairings: 6+2
"Zucculent " He looked at the man and thought "sex." Then he had to concentrate hard on the letter "z" so he wouldn't make that error out loud. The name was pronounced "zex". Sometimes he wished his Preventers partner had stuck with "Milliardo Peacecraft." No way to mangle that in an embarrassing manner. But the blonde god had gone back to being "Zechs Merquise" after he'd abdicated the Sanc Kingdom throne. It's Zechs with a 'z', not Sex with an 's'. You will not slip up in public and humiliate yourself, Duo reminded himself. "Zechs". Simply the numeral six. Nothing erotic about the designation. Nothing at all suggestive. Other than being one half of "sixty nine," he noted. Hmm. Unbidden images of deep throating the man while receiving similar hot attentions sprang to mind. Duo's imagination went into sudden overload mode. He choked on a mouthful of slobber. "Maxwell, are you all right?" The big man patted him helpfully on the back, as Duo spluttered. The gesture tingled on contact. "Yurp. Peachy. Yar." "Are you certain?" Surely the man wasn't doing that on purpose? Provocatively standing in front of the mirror, dripping wet, in the skimpiest thin white towel the Preventers shower facility supplied. Combing the moisture from glittering silvery tresses. Back muscles rippling with each careless movement. "You got pummeled," the platinum prince assessed, surveying his partner in the mirror image. "Maybe we should run you past medical on the way to debriefing. Why was the word "debriefing" so evocative coming out of the man's mouth? As in, debrief me. Please. Now. As in carefully fingering undergarments, lowering them sinuously, baring ass cheeks and doing something about it once they were available to view. Duo shuddered visibly. "Z not S," he told himself repeatedly. "Zechs not sex." He felt the man's hands upon his person and suppressed his yearning with a shiver. "What happened?" Huh? Sally Po. When had they arrived at medical? Merquise explained. "We split up to enter the scene from two access points. I got delayed by a hooker with a power pistol in what proved to be a bedroom window. Meanwhile Maxwell got to exchange rough courtesies with the drug dealers in the front room. He was outnumbered. But fortunately, it only ran to a brief exchange of blows before I arrived." "Maxwell. Did you lose consciousness at any time? Any blurred vision, nausea, confusion?" Sally was poking and prodding him with her usual professional determination. Meanwhile flashing painfully bright lights in his eyes. "Nurp," Duo shook his head. Why did Zechs still have a hand on his shoulder? Even shielded by a layer of fabric, the touch seemed to pulse slightly. "Some bruising is evident. You'll be sore for a few days. I can prescribe analgesic relief." "Naw, I'm okay, thanks." "Then we're up to give the Commander's report next," Merquise smiled at him. That smile, devastating. The word "up" on those lips, so provocative. "Uh huh." Zechs with a 'z', not sex with an 's'. Get it right. Letter 'z' not 's'. Say 'z' not 's'. Remember 'z' not 's'. Concentrate on 'z' not 's'. It suddenly occurred to him that Merquise was spelled with an 's' but pronounced with a 'z'. The whole thought process made his head spin. Une turned to him. "Maxwell?" Duo came back from abstraction, hit upon reality with a dull thud. Oh heck, they were in Une's office now. Merquise had just finished his half of the report, his version of events. Duo spoke up hastily, in emphatic, officious tones. "Having zuccezzfully entered the premizez by the front door, I azcertained that the three zuzpectz were grouped in the living room of the eztablizhment. They offered phyzical reziztance which I countered in a non-lethal manner. Upon arrival of backup in the room, the three zuzpectz were zubdued by myzelf and partner, The zcene waz zecured and a zupply of illegal pharmaceuticalz identified on the premizez." "Maxwell, have you taken a blow to the head?" "No, don't think zo." Maxwell shook his mouth, his lips vigorously vibrating in an effort to jiggle the 'z' and 's' sounds back into correct alignment. "Juzt a little leftover adrenaline from the mizzion maybe." Commander Une cocked her head at the young agent, her expression possibly concerned. Either that or stifling laughter, he couldn't decide. "Maybe you should go home and get some rest." "Uh, yeah. Zure thing." "I would be happy to see Maxwell home, personally. To assure his safety and well being," Zechs offered rather gallantly. Duo started to decline the offer. Then he caught a glimpse of a glint in his partner's eye. A rather predatorial gleam. And that little upturn of his mouth. Decidedly zeductive. As Merquise took a firm grip on Maxwell's arm, other adjectives occured. Zuperlative. Zpecial. Zcintillating. Duo leaned into the touch. Zechsy. Definitely. ~ * ~
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